The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 502 One shot

"Forehead"

There was an extremely awkward silence.

Chen Xiao looked contemptuous: "Hey, didn't you say that this thing is absolutely safe? It seems that the facts are a bit inconsistent with what you said."

Ziliang drew a long voice: "This" Suddenly, he noticed that Constantine seemed to be quietly drawing something on the ground.

"Hey, you bastard, where are you drawing what? Are you drawing a teleportation array and trying to run away?!"

Constantine: "Huh? Ahh——No, this is a defensive circle. Really, why would I want to run away? I value my teammates so much."

"Nimma! You just want to run, it's the same as the one you drew last time."

When the two were yelling at each other.

"Crackling." There was a crackling sound, a bit like the feeling of leather shoes stepping on broken glass.

The crack on the door was slowly healing.

The craftsman put his hand on the door: "Stop shouting, with me here, the Eternal Life Mansion is safe." He said.

Now, the people around finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"boom!"

"boom!"

The detonation outside the door remained uninterrupted. It seemed that Superman did not intend to give up.

Moriarty frowned: "I have a question. It may sound a bit depressing, but...what if the guy outside doesn't leave and keeps guarding the door?"

"What are you afraid of? Didn't this brother say that with him here, this hospital is invincible?" Constantine shouted.

"That's what I said, but... we can't just be trapped here by him alone."

"What's wrong with that? Just let him sleep. Anyway, there is food and drink here." Constantine continued.

The voice did not fall.

"Indeed, if we are really trapped by him alone, then we will lose face too much." Now that his body has fully recovered, Ziliang stood up and said.

"Damn it, you almost let someone stew you just now, and now you are here to save face?"

"Okay!" Ziliang stopped Constantine: "I understand your fear of superhuman strength, but it was just a mistake just now, if I had prepared, then it was not me who was lying on the ground, but him. "

Constantine looked at Ziliang.An expression of 'I'll just quietly watch you pretend to be aggressive'.

Ziliang ignored him, but walked back to his office and started to rummage through the boxes. After a while, he took out a small box.

"Ah, we met Superman in a plane before, and at the same time, we also met Batman from another plane, so just in case, I asked that Batman for a small gift."

As he spoke, Ziliang opened the box and a stream of emerald green light came out.

Constantine was stunned: "Is this?"

"Yes, I have some kryptonite in my collection." Ziliang said with a smile, "Hey, stupid man over there, come here, I need a bullet."

The craftsman was motionless.

Ziliang sighed bitterly, and then squeezed out a humble expression: "Okay, the world's most powerful craftsman, please make this stone into a bullet, thank you."

"You're welcome." The craftsman responded politely, and then waved his hand, and the kryptonite flew into his hand automatically, and then he squeezed it hard, and several bullets made of kryptonite appeared in his hand.

Seeing this, Chen Xiao shrugged his shoulders: "Well, look at it like this, it's my job again."

As he spoke, he reached into his trousers and took out a gun.

Uh, yes, he has always carried a gun in his trousers. When Uncle Jigsaw saw Chen Xiao for the first time in the [bar], he mentioned it. It was a silver revolver. The volume looks larger than other guns, and there is no special decoration, but as long as you take a look, you can feel an extremely thick texture.

This gun has a weird name --- Corbaret Smile Gate.

It was made by a peerless genius weapon maker who devoted his whole life to it. He was fired the day after he made this gun. The reason was that the recoil of this gun could knock an elephant It was broken.If an ordinary person shoots with this gun, if he is unlucky, he may kill himself.

And such a gun is Chen Xiao's favorite weapon, the reason is that Chen Xiao thinks it looks good.
Without further ado, the craftsman threw a bullet to Chen Xiao and said flatly, "I said three two one."

"three"

Chen Xiao took the bullet, stuffed it into the revolver, and habitually swiped the bullet hard, then flicked it lightly, the bullet went into the chamber, and the bullet was accurately aimed at the muzzle of the gun.

"two"

Chen Xiao raised his gun.During this period of time, the bangs outside the door never stopped, and this burst of bangs made Chen Xiao easily simulate every movement of the person outside the door through the door, so he directly see through the door The same aimed at each other's heart.

"One"

The last number was not said by the craftsman, but by Chen Xiao. When he said this number, a huge roar overwhelmed all other voices.Chen Xiao's arm was twisted in a very strange posture, and it miraculously relieved all the recoil.

The corridors of the entire hospital were filled with a hurricane, and the roar that exceeded the upper limit of human hearing made people's brains buzz, and Chen suffered a brief deafness. The scorching heat generated by friction with the air shot straight towards the door of the hospital.

The craftsman opened the door just in time.

In other words, Chen Xiao already knew when and at what angle the craftsman would open the door.

Therefore, the bullet stuck to the edge of the door, seemingly dangerous and dangerous, but it rushed into the night with incomparable accuracy, and hit the chest of the person outside the door at almost the same time.

"boom!"

The extremely compressed air wave was finally released, and in an instant, a ripple visible to the naked eye exploded on Clark's chest, and the pushing wind swept away sand and rocks, making it almost impossible to open your eyes.

And this shot did show its power. Clark's body was pushed far away by this shot. , finally stopped.

The smoke and dust cleared, and Clark's body appeared in the thick smoke. He looked extremely embarrassed. The upper body of the suit had been completely torn, and the lower body was also in tatters. It was only due to some force majeure that his body was not fully covered. The body is exposed.

However, that's not the point.

What everyone couldn't believe was that under the torn clothes, on Clark's chest, the kryptonite bullet did not penetrate his body, but still stayed on the surface of his skin.

"click"

There was a small voice.

There were cracks in the bullet, and then... shattered, blown away by the night wind.

(End of this chapter)